飞艇8码盈利图

简介：Su Can looked up at the sky. Gray telephone poles and wires were densely intertwined. Standing under the shade of a tree, he turned his gaze back to the stop sign. The green painted sign was already mottled and the handwriting could not be read clearly. The number 3 bus was The car came swaying like an old man, and many people stood on the narrow platform together. There were so many people that there was no place to stay.